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If we don't realize who we are and why we are here
If we are not happy and just live with stress and fear
If we come to earth and don't realize why we are given this birth
Then, can we say we lived? No, at best, we did exist

Everybody wants happiness, who wants to be sad
Who wouldn't exchange a life of misery for one that is glad
But few are happy with unfullled desires and expectations
They never learn happiness is a journey, not a destination

Are we meant to zoom from our womb to our tomb
Or is life such that we must be locked in a room?
No, life is about living and realizing the Truth
Finding our life purpose, getting to the bottom of the root

The world is chasing success for everyone wants happiness
They cheat, they lie, they steal and cry, and end their life in a mess
They think achievement and money will give pleasure and smiles
Till they learn Success is not Happiness, Happiness is Success

It's crazy but it's true that we earn for others to burn
Silly, we are stingy, we don't spend on what we yearn
Till one day we realize, sadly, that we have money but no life to live
Money that we can't take with us, everything we must give

Achievement creates pleasure, it makes us laugh and smile
But with it come problems that are longer than a mile
With contentment and fulllment, our life is full of peace
There is no stress, there is no worry, just tranquility, and ease

Have you ever wondered why we are anxious and miserable?
We worry about our cough and cold, and how we will pay the bill
The biggest cause of unhappiness is our desires that are not met
We seek something and are disappointed and this makes our eyes wet

What is our life purpose? Why do we come to this earth?
How do these trillion cells together take a magical birth?
If we live and do not nd life's purpose and meaning...
Then we are no better than a tree that is tall but just leaning

Instead of just existing, there are questions that we must ask
Let's make our life interesting by doing this curious task
Where is God and who is He? Is it true that God made me?
Let us nd out what came rst - was it the seed or the tree?

Are we the body that is born starting as a zygote?
Or is the body something that keeps our life aoat?
Fools are those who believe that we are made of bone and skin
The Truth is that we are the Life Energy that lives within

We think and worry and fear, that is our mind
Strange, isn't it, where is the mind, we cannot nd!
It appears like a monkey jumping from trunk to trunk
Spilling thoughts left and right till we make it into a monk

If I am not the body, I am not the mind, then the question is, who am I?
The ego says, “Oh, it's me! This silly question - why?”
The ego tries to fool us with this mistaken identity
The Truth when we know, only then we will be free

We live in ignorance covered by a blanket that is dark
We achieve many things but what is life, we miss the mark
We foolishly live and do not achieve our own life goal
To nd we are not the body or the mind, but the Soul

The body will die, and the mind will y
The soul which is me will leave for the sky
The body will return to dust, that's no lie
That's the simple Truth, I will never die

There is a power that controls this earth and universe
A power that's kind, that's wise, and does not curse
How is it possible otherwise that the earth goes round and round?
Who is the one that causes all the magic on the ground?

We know God exists but who is, where is, what is God?
Why can't you tell us the secret from the skies, Oh Lord!
We know you exist that's for sure, we have no doubt
You are a power that we know, but we pray: please come out

Life on earth is a Cosmic Drama, we come and we go
Nothing is real, it's like a dream, it's just a Cosmic show
Because we think that life is real, we worry and we cry
We ght, we shout, we scream, we suffer right until we die

Karma is a universal Law, what you give is what you get
As you sow, so shall you reap - on this I can bet
Law of Action and Reaction, those who **** will be made to hang
And it all returns back to us, just like a boomerang

Man thinks he can achieve anything but little does he know
There is a mysterious 4th Factor that actually controls the show
Man believes results depend on him, his equipment and his act
Sad it is but the results lie with the 4th Factor, in fact

There is a way to suffer no more, not to worry, not to cry
If only we nd out the Truth of 'who am I?'
Then though the body and mind suffers, that is not me
From regret, fear, worry, pain and misery, I am free

Of course, we all need a good Life Coach who will teach
Otherwise, it is not possible that success we will reach
If we want to nd the Truth and our life to realize
We need a spiritual master, who will open our real eyes

Do you know anybody who has been to heaven or hell?
Are there devils in hell and does heaven have a bell?
The Truth is this, these are not places that anyone can go
Sins or good deeds are redeemed here on earth we must know

If we are not the body and the mind, then who are we?
We are the Soul, the Atman, we are the Life Energy
When the body is born, we enter and we are the cause of birth
We continue to give life to the body till it dies here on earth

We all say that time is ying, but this is not true
We are moving. Time is still. It's stuck like glue
No doubt the clock has a needle. Its ticking doesn't stop
Stop and see time is still. It's we who run and hop

We must realize this Truth that knowledge is not realization
It's the root, it's not the fruit, there must be evolution
From knowledge shall shoot wisdom that will nally make us know
Who we are and why we are here, in our Soul this will glow

What is our goal? All religions say it is liberation
We must realize we are the Soul, whatever be our occupation
Most of humanity thinks that happiness is the goal
No, this is not true. It is to nd that we are the Soul

Where is the mind? We cannot nd but who will make us know?
It is our intellect who is the master to make the mind slow
The intellect discriminates between what is right and what is wrong
We then choose what we must do and sing a happy song

There is a way to stop all our worries and anxiety
If we live with detachment then from misery we are free
It is passion and desire that makes us expect and crave
If we don't live with dispassion, we will take worries to our grave

What is the key to realization? The secret, do you know?
With discipline of mind and body, towards liberation you can go
If you have no control on your body and your mind
In a prison of Body and Mind, yourself you will nd

People think yoga is a physical exercise.
This is believed by fools, not the ones who are wise
Yoga is union. It's a connection with the Divine
That is all that matters, and it is truly sublime

Who is it that kills and destroys our joy and peace?
It is we ourselves who do it. Let's not blame others, please!
When we start, there is happiness and peace all around
But we desire and we crave and anxiety is found

The one who can be happy in this moment, in the NOW
It is he who can be peaceful, grazing like a Happy cow
He doesn't live with regrets of the past that is gone
Nor does he live with the fear of the future not yet born

Why do we nd that people easily believe in the myth?
Why don't they ask questions and Realize the Truth?
Because we believe in rituals and trust superstition
Our life is in turmoil and we live in stress and tension

Maya is a cosmic illusion. It has two amazing powers
With one it conceals the Truth, with the other, it projects the stars
Nothing is real in this cosmic world, everything is a dream
Because we believe in Maya, we fear, worry, and scream

The Law of Causation states that every effect has a cause
Don't just believe it's a gold ring. Ask questions and pause
If you remove gold from the gold ring, you will nd nothing left
The Divine is the cause, the world and we are just effects

To achieve the goal of life, important steps there are three
It starts with the purication of body and mind, then we are free
In the second step, the darkness goes because of illumination
In the nal step we become one with the Lord, that is unication

Every human being on earth has to act and is not free
When we wake up from bed, we wash our faces and be who we must be
While we cannot be free from action and this Truth we do know
We can be free in action and we can let the spirit grow

At death one of two things happen…this is the Divine Truth
If we believe we are body and mind, we will have to take rebirth
But those who realize we are the Soul, from rebirth they are free
At death, their Soul is liberated and one with the Lord, they'll be

Columbus discovered America, the land he could touch and feel
Self-realization can't be discovered. You’ll know it when you peel…
Layer by layer, when you strip apart the body and the mind
You will realize you are neither, you are the Soul that's inside

Even those who realize the ultimate Truth, they are still not free
They still have to ght the war within, then liberation they will see
The Truth you know, you are still prisoner of the mind
When you transcend ego, and mind, then you are free, you will nd
Of course, there is a way to everlasting peace and joy
If we are free from body and mind, this bliss we can enjoy
But rst, we must realize the Truth and know that we are the Soul
Then we can achieve everlasting joy and peace as our goal

Many things are beautiful, with these beautiful eyes we see
And then we can appreciate how beautiful the Creator can be
But when we realize that everything is a manifestation of the Lord
Then we will not just see beauty, but in beauty we will see God

All religions are good for they take us closer to God
But there is one problem, they say their God is the only Lord
Thus, religion is the kindergarten to spirituality we must know
We must go beyond our religion, in spirituality to grow

Realization of the Truth is nothing less than magic
It eliminates regrets, fears and takes away everything tragic
When we realize we are not the body that cries and the rascal mind
This is the realization of the truth, and peace and joy we will nd

When something happens don't wonder, accept the Divine Will
We must trust in the Divine Master, His design and His skill
Rather than hope for something and break our little heart
It is better to surrender to the Divine, just doing our little part

We all have enemies, who doesn't? But the greatest enemy is 'ME'
ME is Mind and Ego, a bigger enemy there cannot be
It bombards us with thoughts and causes anxiety
It makes us suffer in regret and fear and doesn't let us be free

What is life all about, have you ever thought?
Who are we and why we are here, this we have forgot
The purpose of life is to nd the Truth - we are not body and mind
Our goal is to unite with the Divine, and this Truth we must nd

In a transformation, we make a change, though it is better, not worse
We changed our life from what it was, but this change we can reverse
But a metamorphosis is different, it's when a caterpillar starts to y
It can never again crawl on earth as it becomes a buttery

We are all Souls embodied in a body and a mind
Without this body-mind complex, the Soul we cannot nd
Just like mud needs a *** to manifest itself
The Soul too needs a body and mind and can't be seen by itself

Why do we fear, why do we worry, why do we regret?
Because we live in ignorance, we fume and we fret
But once we realize the Truth that we are not body or mind
We dance with joy and peace, and misery we leave behind

It starts with self-realization, knowing who we truly are
Neither are we the body, nor the mind, but the Soul that shines like a
star
This leads to God-realization, we nd God is a power
He is everywhere, on earth and in the sky. He is in every ower

The human mind can't understand all, it has a limit we must know
The nose can smell, but cannot see and show what eyes can show
And so is the human being created, he cannot think beyond
He can realize the self and realize God, but can't go beyond

I live as the happiest man on earth, what is my secret of life?
I live with peace and joy and bliss. I have no strife
I know I am not body or mind. I am a Divine Soul
To unite with my Lord, My God, is my Life's only Goal.
Spiritual Poem By AiR
Joshua Haines Apr 2015
It was four o'clock in the morning. Robert wondered why his name was Robert. He decided to get rid of the "Bert" because it was the name of a Sesame Street character or the name of a ******* in Tempe, Arizona. Then again, he thought, "Hey, just Rob makes me sound like I change tires for a living or that I work out at a gym that discriminates fat people and blacks." Rob or Robert took a second to evaluate his last thought and if thinking "and blacks" made him a racist person.

Robert sat on a bench and wondered if the woman beside him was expecting Forest Gump-esque wisdom.

Robert thought of a friend he had in grade eight, named Alexander. He thought of how Alexander had a glass eye. Robert wondered how Alexander had a glass eye but could not remember or did not know why Alexander had a glass eye. Robert, then, concluded that sometimes he will not know something and how that is okay because most people don't know anything--it's a collection of approximates that stay in our heads, he thought. Robert asked himself if his last thought made him intelligent or dumb and pretentious. Robert decided that he did not know. How meta, he thought. Robert, then, decided to stop using the word "meta" so much, because it made him feel like a professor with bitterness and something to prove.

Robert watched his sister struggle with an eating disorder. She was in a hospital bed, with an IV in her arm. Robert did not know if he would struggle with anything as hard as his sister struggled with anorexia. Robert, then, had intense but fleeting anger at every person that bragged about being anorexic or made it seem cool.

Robert sat on his toilet and wondered what his true identity was and what his true nature was. He wondered what was inherent and what was synthetic. Robert, then, wondered if a synthetic personality was inherent. Robert asked himself if he was a good person. He wasn't sure if sitting on the toilet, in his grandmother's house, and ******* to interracial ebony teen ****, on his iPhone, made him a good person or not. His concerns soon past, though, as soon as Lauren started to **** the pizza guy's white ****.

Robert walked down the street and was contemplating some of the issues that plagued his ****-infested mind, while he was on the toilet. Robert saw a girl running from a guy. Robert asked himself if he was a hero or inherently good. Robert, then, concluded that he was inherently a coward, since he did nothing and hoped that somebody else would save her.

Robert didn't meet a girl and knew that no one would write prose about his meeting a girl and their mutual love for one another. Robert was eating a steak sub, while thinking this.

Robert returned to the hospital, to pick up his sister. On the way home, his sister talked about how attractive her nurse was. Robert asked, "What did he look like?" His sister, then, said, "It wasn't a he. My nurse was a girl." Robert was okay with his sister being attracted to girls, but hoped that she didn't get more than him or more attractive girls than him, because, for some reason, that would make him feel insecure. Robert decided to stop eating so many steak subs and to work out. Robert asked his sister if she wanted to get steak subs. She said, "sure".

Robert was working out in his basement. He heard the sound of retching, upstairs. Robert followed the sound of the vomiting and opened a bathroom door. He saw his sister stick her finger down her throat. He said to his sister, "That isn't anorexia." His sister said, "I know. There's a lot you don't know about me." Robert said, "I'm sorry."
CommonStory Dec 2014
I have violent thoughts

I hate and hold grudges on you all
For not acknowledging me

And talking to me

Like my talk is cheap

But I can't let you all take control of me

I can only push myself to the brink

I can only break myself under pressure

You are just my psychological limitation

You are my negative motivation

But not why I positively persevere

I will not let you occupy a vacancy in my mind without paying an outrageous lease

I don't want to snap

Because control is the only thing i have this far

And if I do

I will give whoever is there everything

Every sarcastic remark thrown at me

Every unfair criticism

Every smug remark

Everything I didn't want to hear

And everything they didn't deserve

Beat me ****** with sticks and stones

Break every bone

Leave me conscious enough to tell me it's my fault

Then slander what I have left as a human being

What's a word without power

What's an idea without a motive

Watch the steps you tread

The steep path can lead you to what he or she said

While the truth discriminates

And the reality that we all search for doesn't exist

Freedom and unity can't be forced onto the same plane

Those with the power to send their malicious intent

You sully my docile side

So when tears form my rage and release my wrath on a stubborn mule of a man

By nature

I didn't really want to do it

Silently sobbing in the corner shackle as I have given the confession to the act I committed

Emotional distraught

Being taught

To never point the finger

Logically perplexed

Watching

These acts being committed

It angers me

So blame me
© copyright Matthew Marvier Donald
Craig Harrison Sep 2016
Why don't we live in a world thats free for all to roam
or a city that's as fresh as the country
after all we call Earth our home
so why is it we persecute those who differ from us in anyway
even in the age we live the world discriminates
are you male, are you religious, what's your race
are you fat, are you gay, what's your political views
all this abuse going on right in your face.

Do you love, because I do
do you want peace, because I do
That's the way it should be
me equal to you and you equal to me
the way it should be
Melody Dec 2010
He's uncontrollable.
I can't handle is yelling and screaming.
His breathing is uneven as he hits her cheek.
He turns around and slaps me too.
What did we do?
My fright is uncontrollable also.
But it's all here for a reason.
Can anyone stop his burning wrath of anger,
Before he ruins and discriminates the whole universe?
What will happen when his life stops?

Wishing he'd stop what he's doing I yelp and flee.
I run and run.
My adrenaline to get away is burning like hell.
If anyone stops him.
It'll be me.
He's killed her.
She's bleeding out covering the floor in bright red liquid.
His never ending adrenaline is stronger than mine.
But mine is a living,burning, churning, waiting for the ****,hell.
I shall stop his burning wrath of anger.
With my fiery like hell adrenaline.
Only I can stop him.
Only I can destroy his burning wrath of anger,
That caused her and I to live in hell.
His hell.

There is the burning wrath of flames and smoke,
that blows around me.
I scream.
His burning wrath of anger,
Is here once again.
For the very.
last bit of living hell shall never live again.
And tears run down her cheek.
What I was trying to put out in public is that life is a burning wrath of anger. And I think as we all know. A living, burning, hell watching us until our very last moments.- From A Person's Tears.
Nameless Poet Jun 2015
Self approval.
Self denial.
I can't seem to find the file that allows
self defile.
Innocent youth.
Corrupted age.
Read a book without a page.
Impossible.
What is a book without a page it's nonexistent.
Like the lack of confidence.
It's,
absent bliss on a kiss to the dis one kid says to the other,
like the abuse of, from the father to her brother and mother,
or,
hate that discriminates and makes race the way to keep pace.
We're nameless.
Nameless
Amber Blank Jun 2015
Contrary to what society has bread the world to perceive
There is no privilege set to any human born to this earth
There is no just reward for the righteous here
There is no slumber for the fatigued souls
There are no streets paved with gold
Some may claim all the wealth and worldly goods
Yet death comes to all and no wealth can abstain it
The toil of each day falls on us all
No matter the color, the size, or shape of the mass
Gravity pulls us equally, discriminates against none
Dare to bare your soul
Which knows no boarders or limitations
Dream to walk together in heaven along a jeweled path
Where the limitations of earthly existence hold no sway
Bask in the light of the only true gift
Let love be your professor
Let the spirit guide your every movement
Search your very essence to discover your talent
Each individual has so many, if only society would allow it to be shown
Shown with out fear or rejection
Free to be what our creator intended.
Sheet music for the uninitiated.....

Tis like a foreign language inked out
Aligning the page from left to right
Spelling a noted curiosity. For those in the know
‘Get’ the inside story, know the melody it plays
Yet it shuts out and discriminates the uninitiated
It closes in and becomes a circle, a clicky cliché
A secret sect for them and not the rest
The page can be left open for the uninitiated
And its secret remains safely intact
Even as eyes are cast over its score
There’s a silence, a secret coded verse
Playing and taunting you, unashamed
To reveal its melodic soul, fully knowing your
Not invited even if you want to be

Until tis ready to.........
Broderick Aug 2011
A mass of bodies dance together,
interlocked between simple beats of an apparatus,
hands raised, jumping up and down,
in a state unity.
Strangers, who are generally frowned upon,
with absolute peace amongst themselves,
led by a man on the stage before them,
full of his own insecurities,
and the fellows below him,
with their own,
but nobody judges, hates, or discriminates,
because the moment the man on the stage produces a single beat,
a mass of bodies dance together.
Your manly pride
Which please, have no fear
It's electric
Even when you won't even touch me
What is that about?

I already told you it's
Unforgettable

Like nothing I ever knew or will again
But how would I know?
I'm even less experienced than you could possibly imagine
And yet you think with your warped thoughts
That it is other
It is not
I'm more alone than ever
And yet it's not the worst thing

Mr.

You're the expert, remember?
You think I had a boyfriend?

I didn't
I don't
I could
I won't
It won't do
One got in and I kicked him
Twice
Others would love to
Oh how nice. Thank you you but no thanks

So
No one touches me. The baked goods locked away in a pretty cabinet since the leaves were still on the trees
That is my truth
Since for
Fcking
Ever
For you

And that
Is my
Choice
Because what I want and what I get are mutually exclusive
I'm funny like that

And the world still turns

Whiny girl who discriminates for reasons of chemistry and admiration, didn't get her way? Boo f
cking hoo. It's not Somalia. Or Sudan.

And so look where that gets me
I'm Jane Austen in Becoming Jane
I'm Laura Ingalls Wilder with no Almanzo
I'm Greta Garbo
Who actually didn't say
"I want to be alone"
She actually SAID
"I want to be left alone"
Quite a bit different really
And I didn't ask for either intentionally but I'm here living proof it happens
So
I'm a spinster
Because for that I don't bend
Except for you

I'm a genius!!
Private Sonnets Nov 2019
When I was five Miss M sat the Chinese
new girl next to me and I made a face.
Miss gave a sharp look like: empathy please,
an ethnic discriminates against race?

Even as a child I squirmed at being
cast as Other. I wanted to be with
the anglo kids. The natural fleeting
first impression of a child who writhes

at injustice. I was conditioned to
socialise and be protector of those
who I didn't want anything to do
with. The brash Anglo kids I suppose

were oblivious and weren't burdoned by
ideas too mature for them. Ah equality.
R Arora Aug 2016
There do exist,
Such people on earth,
Who have not seen happiness;
Who are untouched by success;
Who are longing for kindness.
Who have been poor for so long,
That they crave for death.
Hoping the other side would be better;
At least, they will not be aware of others,
Comparison would thus be inexistent;
And the lives happier,
If any should prevail.

Maybe death is peaceful.
Maybe it soothes us.
Perhaps obliviates the bad memories.
In every case,
It surely is an escape
From this monotonous life.
Can be considered an experiment,
An experiment of fate;
A trial for kins.
These people are untouched
By all the good in the world,
The springs don't exist in their lives,
Joy seen nowhere,
But death:
Death never discriminates.
It comes to us all.
It waits,
Only for the correct night to fall.
29 August, 2016
A Life
A life the most important thing on earth
Important to the poor or rich,white or black
filled with the dreams which gives our life meaning and inspired us to change

A Life
life is sweet
Life is soar
Life is a faint tracing on the surface of mystery, we keep seeking for the reason for being alive when the time comes to let go,let go

A Life
Life is a mystery
Life is insearchable
Its beginning starts from the end
Its end starts from the beginning
Life is hate
Life is love
Life is happiness
Life is sorrow
Life has no specific explanation

A Life
Life never discriminates
Never ask if you are black or white
Rich or poor,tall or short
Life treats us in the same proportion
Life never sides ways

A Life
At the beginning brings joy,happiness,love
At the end comes with sorrow, pains,sadness
Life is a mystery
Odonko-ba Aug 2016
She walks among stars as gods
bathed in blood

Her ***** maggots feast

Her eyes
an enchanting promiscuous carnelian culmination
such as one can't resist

A silent epitaph belies a deadly kiss bliss
until nothingness

You surrender
for death is sweeter than water gold
*** and taxes

Drink ye up lads and lasses
for her love discriminates not

Fill ye bowels of concupiscence
and prepare
to meet

My Queen
An ode to Anne Rice Queen of the ******
Mad Sital we used to call him
Sital in my language means cool
Though never found in him anger’s steam
He never followed any rule.

If someone asked tell Sital
What is your name
My mother knows it all
Pat his reply came.

What class do you read in Sital
What school you are at
His only reply was mother knows all
He would not prolong the chat.

He would be found any time of day
Never minding the sun and rain
Bare bodied standing on sideway
Counting one to ten.

If someone asked him to count ten to one
He fell into silence for a while
Not taught at school still left undone
He would answer with a smile.

We knew he would lead a bachelor’s life
Counting his days up to ten
For no sane girl would ever be his wife
With him on the bed be lain.

But Providence you know defies hows and whys
Discriminates not between sane and insane
If it hadn’t been so and happened otherwise
Would remain unmarried all mad men.

So there came the woman the beautiful bride
Her face glowing like full moon
In rapturous joy that he never tried to hide
He forgot his numeric count soon.

Mad Sital would talk to her all day long
Her beauty had him so bewitched
They lived happily ever there wasn’t a thing wrong
Never mattered she was deprived of speech.
Classy J Jan 2021
Peace to sensei,
Coming to you live through airwaves,
As I wack off to ******,
Going on my own personal crusade,
Breaking walls like a man made out of Kool-Aid,
Like Muhammad Ali my flow is like a butterfly,
A war torn zealot that delivers like a pizza guy,
That thinks of your girl while he cream-pies.
Hahaha
Going in like it’s D-Day,
Call it a Gink Raid,
Hit em with a AK,
Shoot em down easier than slippy,
Slice a ****** up like it’s child’s play,
Call me a real killer like Chucky,
Hear the sirens Blair,
Oh **** gotta find a getaway.
Faster than a red hot chilli pepper,
To the cops displeasure.
Going underground like I’m master splinter,
Relaxing, steaming hams like Skinner,
Until I come up with a new plan,
That is truly evil like Mr.Sinister.
That would make a metal man,
Like Victor Vaughn approve of her.

This is a Gink Raid,
Carpe Diem,
Seize the Day,
Where human nature is displayed.

This is a Gink Raid,
A death parade,
A unpinned grenade,
Where human nature is displayed.

Times ticking closer to Doomsday.
Everyone always acts tough till it’s judgement day.
Crimes picking up, got things going sideways.
Rick Grime surviving bundles of zombies.
Simon says we better run away.
Shame gambling doesn’t pay.
Never know what lies in bouquets.
Semi-automatic bullets dance like ballets.
Piercing through flesh of desired prey.
That fall gently like flowers on summers day.
Death, an embrace none can escape.
No time for breath, when faced with fate.
Can’t hit the breaks.  
When rates have high stakes.
It’s war time, where peace comes from hate.
That takes lives for humanities sake.
A foolish pride, that existed since we were primates.
A sacrifice of blood, for a slice of cake.
That hooked crooks like bait.
Adversity is something we create.
Internally; suffocating us like restraints.
That keeps us in a sheepish state.
That innately generates,
A division of race that isolates,
A segregation which discriminates,
That dictates which traits.
Are more dominantly quaint.
That got us repeating history that betrays.
For...

This is a Gink Raid,
Carpe Diem,
Seize the Day,
Where human nature is displayed.

This is a Gink Raid,
A death parade,
A unpinned grenade,
Where human nature is displayed.
Acora Sep 2020
My God
knows Love is all I seek-
Not a life of ***, hedonism,
lust, gambling, and parties-
I do want kids,
to be a wife,
To give back in some way-
To be an aid in someone’s life
and live by what He says-
So what if I’m the wife of a woman?
If our kid’s DNA’s half ours?
I don’t think He discriminates-
Pursue what’s good;
That’s what He asks.
The Church associates homosexuality with promiscuity, selfishness, plus lack of virtue and therefore fulfillment... I refuse to do one or the other. I will love women and love God.

The Lilium candidum, or Madonna lily, symbolizes Christian divinity.
God you created this beautiful world
but it seems it is incomplete
I have never met you but
I believe you exist since stars twinkle
Wind blows, sun rises and beaming moon
looks very gorgeous in moonlit night

God you created this world for
peace and prosperity
But peace and prosperity disappears
Every human hates each other

God, how can I agree to your ideology
Where innocent and poor children are
dying from hunger
No clean water to quench thirst
Contaminated air for breathing

God all this is happening right
Under your nose
But you have had your eyes closed
To let the things move as they wish

God, how can I accept your philosophy
of live and let others live
When every human is bloodthirsty
You invite drought that causes famine
You invite flood that causes
loss of millions of human lives

God, how can I adopt your science of sociology
that discriminates between poor and rich
you invite tsunami and earthquakes
devastating a great loss to human beings
Flora fauna is not flourishing

Do you really exist my dear God
God, will you please open your eyes
to see the catastrophe, holocaust and annihilation
If you exist, meet me once and
I will take you on world tour to show
How your creation is surviving.


And this conflict of difference of opinion
will continue until all my questions are answered
God I will wait for your answers
till my last breathe
Thoughts of poet conflict with that of god for creation of the world
Graff1980 Jul 2016
Death is not fair.
It does not care
or breath.
It does not take
what bleeds
leaving seeds
to spring into
a lighter view
of the heavenly
some days.
It discriminates
against the poor
taking them more
other day it plays
with the wealthy.
It does not balance
or think
grow or shrink.
It is not a tangible being
or a solid thing.
It will not make a deal
no matter how deep you feel.
It is not your enemy or friend.
It is simply the end.
elle Dec 2018
She discriminates none, no story unread,
Tales of magic and creation and death,
Some inspire her with happiness, others with dread.

She reads Shakespeare's Macbeth,
Fairy tales from the brothers Grimm,
Luxurious stories stealing her breath.

When at last her mind is filled to the brim,
She takes up her pen,
And writes on a whim.

The words spill out, again and again,
She tries her hand at jokes,
A skilled comedienne.

She writes of a forest of oaks,
Waiting for the spring,
Shivering under their snowy cloaks.

She tells a tales of a king,
Of a child alone,
She writes of a bird with only one wing.

As the years fly by she sits on her throne,
Made up of hopes and dreams and words
The number of stories she’s written is unknown.

She says goodbye twice, then comes back for thirds,
Her body is worn, but her mind is sharp,
She lets go, and flies with the birds.

She swims with the carp,
She fights with the knights,
She listens to the ethereal sound of the harp.

Her spirit lives on, she soars to new heights.
Constantly busy,
Forever seeing the sights.
Krishna Mehra Aug 2018
the brisk breeze
the sun's warmth
the elegance of vines
the beauty of flowers
the abyss of the oceans
the summits of the highest peaks
Can't we enjoy this ?
He firmly asked .
His mother replied
You can ,
as nature never discriminates.
Mom, then why do humans
She said, because
"We are born into this community ".
Big Virge Dec 2019
To Become English Citizens It's Been ... " Alleged " ...
Some Women Are Willing To ... S P R E A D Their Legs ... !!!    
      
I Guess You Really Can't Blame Them ... !?!      
      
" Lunar House " ... Down There In Croydon ...    
  
A Centre Used For Immigration ...    
Has Got Some Staff Pulling A Scam ... !!!    
UGLY Folk DON'T Have A Chance ...    
Their Passport Photos Get NO STAMP ... !!!!    
      
They're STUCK On Walls ... !!!    
So Staff Can JOKE About Their Hopes .....    
of ..... " Coming In " .....    
      
While ...  
PRETTY Faces Get Their Places ...    
Visas YES ... For ****** Favours ... !!!!!    
  
Europeans and Brazilians ...  
Are Dealt With ... BEFORE Indians ...    
So ... Heaven Help Poor Africans ... !!!!!      
      
Unless They're WHITE Then They're ALRIGHT ... !!!!    
Once They're Prepared To ... S P R E A D Their Thighs ...    
      
DON'T Be Surprised If Some Are Guys ... !!!    
Gay People ... Are Now NOT SHY ...    
      
Security Checks ...  
Come ... SECOND To *** ... !!!!!    
      
It's NOT Just Men In TERRORIST Sects ... !!!!!    
      
BNP Man Like Those Within The Ku Klux **** ...    
Are NOT ALL Gay ... Some Like Woman ... !!!    
      
That's Bound To Get Racists ... UPSET ... !!!!!    
      
But ... " American History X  "...    
Showed ... Who They *** ...      
When Those Within Start To DEFECT ... !!!!!    
      
So Mister McNulty ...    
Something SMELLS ... FUNNY ... !!!!!    
      
He's ... " Home Office Minister " ...    
      
Your Staff Are ... " Allegedly " ...    
................. SINISTER .............. !!?!!    
      
WHO Told Them To Administer ... ?    
Their Duties ... Based On Double D's ... !?!    
Or Basically ... For ****** Deeds ... ?    
      
I'm Saying What's Your Policy ... ?  
To Simply Spread ****** Disease ...    
If Girls Like These Will Spread Their Knees ... ?!?    
What Will They Do To Make Money ... !?!    
      
Lapdance In Clubs And ... " Such and Such " ...    
Girls Like These You CANNOT TRUST ... !!!!!    
      
****** PLEASERS For A VISA ... !!!    
PROSTITUTION ... Is Their KEEPER ... !!!    
      
Or .... Is IT ... !?!    
      
Once They're In ...  
Will They RESIST ... Using Their Bits ... ?!?    
      
"Not likely mate !" ...    
      
They've Found Their Trade ... !!!    
Getting Paid For Getting Laid ...      
      
So ... "WHERE THEY AT ... !?!?!"    
      
I Hear You Say ...    
      
Where QUICK CASH Is ... !!!  
    
Turning TRICKS For Mister **** ...    
And Licking ***** For Mrs. RICH ... !!!!    
      
Just For CASH So They Can Live ... !!!    
How Could Your Workers Be SO SICK ... !?!?!    
Have Things Now REALLY Come To THIS ... ?!?!?    
      
Or Is This How It's ALWAYS BEEN ... ?!!!?    
      
Well His -  Story ...  
Proves ... " Colour Screens " ...    
Have Clouded ... Immigration Dreams ...      
But Now Because You're Deemed ... UGLY ... !!!!!    
      
WHO Makes THAT CALL ... ?!?  
    
She's Beautiful And Usable ...    
And Then Decides To Spread Her Thighs ... ?!?      
WHO On Earth ... Recruits THESE GUYS ... ?!?    
      
"GIVE US A JOB, I'LL GIVE IT A TRY !"      
  
That's A JOKE ... !!!    
I'm NOT A Bloke Who Would COERCE ...    
Just For *** With ... " Pretty Girls " ... !!!?!!!    
      
Girls Like These Have S.T.D's ...    
And Nowadays Are Spreading A.I.DS ... !!!!!    
      
So Minister What Do You Say ... ?    
      
"An inquiry of course, yes, RIGHT AWAY !"  
      
"Okay, that's great !"    
      
Isn't It A BIT LATE ...    
To Ask HOW MANY Have Been Laid ...      
And ... WHO In Your Crew ... DISCRIMINATES ... ?!?!?    
      
You'll Do The USUAL ... " Cover Up " ...    
      
UNLIKE These Women ...    
With NICE CUPS And **** Bums ... !!!!!    
      
And Those Who've Made ...    
Your Workers ... " Ummmmm " ... !!!!!!!    
      
Comply To Try Guidelines Designed ...    
To KEEP The ... UGLY Ones In Line ...    
And KEEP Your Country's Race ... STREAMLINED ... !!!      
      
By KEEPING Whites ...    
At The ... TOP of The PILE ...    
      
That's NOTHING NEW We Know Your Style ... !!!    
As These Girls KNOW How LOW You'll Go ... !!!!!!!!    
      
CAN'T They Just CHARM A Pretty Girl ... ?!?    
WITHOUT The Need To ... TWIST Their Arm ... !?!      
      
Well ... As I've Said It's CASH They Want ...    
Immigration Staff CAN'T Be On Much ...    
To FORCE Women To Give Them FUN ... !!!    
      
But As I've Said ...    
What In Turn Happens To MEN ... !?!?!    
      
Do They End Up In Bed With Them ... ?      
Those EMPLOYED By Government ... ?!?!?    
      
That's A ... DANGEROUS Question ... !?!    
      
So Let's Leave THAT To Your Newsmen ...      
And See What's SHOWN On .... News At Ten .... !!!    
      
This Poem's DONE  ... !!!    
Writing This ... Has Been Quite FUN ... !!!    
      
But NOT As Much As Welcoming ...      
****, Pretty Young Women ...    
Into Your Bed Cos They're IMMIGRANTS ... !!!!!    
      
Who Having Kissed And Slowly Licked ...    
DESPERATE Workers ... For SICK KICKS ... !!!!    
      
Do This To Hear ...    
      
" COME IN, COME IN ... "
On the basis of BREXIT, and BoJo's election win, had to post this poem, as this not only made me chuckle when I wrote it, but even moreso' now ...

As it looks like a multitude of things, will have to be done now,
by foreigners wanting the right to stay in the UK !
Alexander Wolf Feb 2016
Bandaged Skins

As sweat lines the collars of the femininely shaped boys,
While their voices crack with desperation,
Bandages cover the chest of some as their heart is shattered by the unbearable burden of unwanted weights.
While fake smiles and shattered hope lies around the dinner tables at night for some,
While others are hiding within their room when dinner bells ring.
While some get used to the cold long nights on the unforgiving streets sides.
While others learn to hear the never ending battle of true love and true family.
I am to be what they do not wish of me to be.
As today’s society only cares for what we see as “Normal”,
The Abnormals get pushed to the side,
Dictated on who they really are,
Forced to become and be seen as what they do not  wish to ever be seen nor called.
As some kids lie awake at night thinking about their own ways of ending it all,
As some kids escape reality with a silver lining and a red flowing river of uplifting truths.
While blood shall never determine who I see and feel myself to be.
While some kids get used to the taste of the burning sensation of alcohol on their tongues and lips.
And others get used to the sting in their lungs and the everlasting high that escapes the bongs, the pipes, the needles, the straws the blades that they all used to escape the hateful truth of today's society.  
As some walk the streets proud and tall of who they truly are to be,
As some break with each step as every day is just another battle within.
Fear strikes when school comes for some,
Fear strikes when work comes for some.
As we all are judged by a single glance of the untruthful eyes.
While news lines rage with the discrimination of today's world.
While gun fire get mistaken as a car engine,
While the sound of the physically, emotionally, verbally and mentally abused get hidden within the crowd behind the metaphorical mask that they wake up to wear in fear.
I am just a boy,
A boy that can no longer see nor sing,
As my world breaks within the battle of politics,
Why should politics decide who I am to be?
Why should others tell and speak with hate filled voices of who I am to love?
As Love should be free,
Love should be apart of everyone's life,
But as we grow older,
As the air becomes harder to breath.
We are mistaken love for hate.
We have mistaken the word Hate For Love.
As this World Discriminates the sight of our  kind,
As though we are put into separate files.
As we are not Seen as Humans, But as of beast plotting against the Humans.
Toss us a bone, We will not fetch.
Toss us a pile of trash, We will not scavenge for food,
Toss us your bullets at hand, We will not break.
As **** becomes acceptable in today's society,
As the tearing of there skin break from the forceful movements.  
Alley ways become the new **** center and boxing ring as We can no longer walk through.
We choose to walk through them as though we know the eyes of “angels” will see and judge us of what we are to be.
While they point their fingers and laugh at the sight of a poor innocent child being physically harmed.
While they whisper ***** lies in the long dark hallways.
While church bells ring for not a new wedding.. But for a new Death of a Young One.
As The definition of pride becomes more distant in today's society.
As We all are Walking on the remains of history.
History slowly repeats itself as though we are to determined to ****.
As we grip the guns at hand tightly as though we mistaken Guns For Pride.
As Bullets at hand Get mistaken For Useless Toys.
As our children get used to the sight of the Fallen.
As Now,
We all Cry Out For Peace.
We all wish to not Barry One Another.
As The dirt lines our nails as we Dig the grave for the next.
Stop the fighting.
Stop the Wars.
Let Us Be Us.
As We Will Never Break Within Your Circumstances.
We Will Stand Tall And Brave As We are United.
United By One Another.
A Wall We Will Become.
Forever We Shall Stand Strong Against Our Beliefs.
Alexander Miller Jun 2020
R, I . P
The trauma we can't see,
The hurt engraved in our streets.
The pain and the grief.  
Blindness and the corruption we don't believe.
Now I just hope you see.
That no matter your sensitivity or your belief.
The way we treat human beings shouldn't cease just cause of a difference of pigment.
Yeah that's real ****
And now that you breathe it.
You can't refuse to see it.
Grab it and reach it.
We need to preach it.
Too long have we taken the abuse.
Let me spell it out for you so you are not confused.
Originating from the early ages.,
there was often a divide in the races.
And as the cases of racial injustice grew to greatness.
The pain in the faces.
When a white man discriminates and calls himself not a racist.
As the modern ages progressed the mace was used instead.
Then we let the **** get to our head, the media to keep our mouths fed.
Imprinting hurt upon others in the form of a virtual silhouette.
And you know the rest. School violence, No kindness,  empty souls and laser lightness.
All in form of weapons of oppressed whiteness.
The people who tried to respond to the cries
Were not realized because they weren't unified.
And now as riots, protests arise they wonder why.
The problem has progressed and we finally have the strength to speak up to the oppressed.
Yet the unnecessary violence is not a protest.
Just another reason why the lies have kept us blind.
For so many years the pain has seared,
ending many lives you don't even realize.
The only cure to all this is the realization of the direction that our country has regressed in.
And then maybe we can start taking the steps to secure the pain and rearrange the flag that was broken all along
Graff1980 Jun 2016
Death is not fair.
It does not care
or breath.
It does not take
what bleeds
leaving seeds
to spring into
a lighter view
of the heavenly
some days.
It discriminates
against the poor
taking them more
other day it plays
with the wealthy.
It does not balance
or think
grow or shrink.
It is not a tangible being
or a solid thing.
It will not make a deal
no matter how deep you feel.
It is not your enemy or friend.
It is simply the end.
thedrugsdontwork May 2018
what's it like to be in love? to love someone and have them love you back? i give out all my love, and never recieve any back.

what's it like to have a shoulder to cry on? to have someone tell you that it'll be okay? i cry every night, but I don't tell anyone, because they'll just wave me away.

what's it like to be happy? to wake up every morning without any sadness? i try to be happy, but there's no such thing.

what's it like to still have hope in a world that constantly discriminates and hates?

please tell me, so I can be like you. so i can be in your shoes, and see things from your view.
Yuxi May 2020
The minority will always be painted ugly by hoarded privilege.
So they can hide their greed and ignorance in their perfect image.
The American reality that discriminates and incarcerates, will use our anger as bait.
We become their tools to start fires and spark violence,
so they can asserts their forces and keep us silenced.
We think the chaos now is giving us an American voice,
But choosing to ignore justice for us has always been their choice.
They stole this land with unfair fights,
They made the constitution and cite their rights,
But they won’t share any of it if you’re not white.
I’ve had too many conversations regarding prejudice and white privilege with racist.
Classy J Aug 2022
The innovation of a dictator,
Causes separation,
Which got many within the population,
unaware that they serving darth vader,
Because they put on a good presentation,
Motivating sheepish division’s,
Towards scapegoats and illusions,
Where history becomes science fiction,
Even democracies we forget the definition,
Because if there are rigged elections?
Or first past the poll systems,
And them politicians,
Are able to get away with tax evasion,
It can make one question the equation,
The creation of a democratic nation,
The starts wars and invasions,
On third world nations,
Which they claim is to fight terror,
When really all they care about are their oil reservations.
I guess it’s true what they say,
You can never satisfy a dragons layer.
In the land of free,
Except for those who actually live there.
But these simps are programmed not to care,
Get out the safety net, and let them become dependent on welfare.
Bounce the checks, put it on credit cards, gotta keep ‘em in debt.
Life ain’t fair,
Thrown in the deep end, even if ya can’t swim.
I swear reality is written by the brother grim.
So, much despair, yet becoming desensitized to all them fatalities.
It’s just the trimming off the fat, you either sink or swim.
What we need is comradery!
But all we have now is a bunch of division.
Because that’s what benefits these corrupt leaders & politicians.

They say ignorance is bliss,
Till one is hit with deaths kiss,
Because those in the golden palace,
Are really the terrorists,
They say ignorance is bliss,
Till it leads ya into crisis,
Honestly our government is more evil than Isis!

Let’s start with Ralph Klien,
A killer more ruthless than a shooter from columbine,
This little swine, flooded the inner city,
With hundreds of bodies from Alberta hospitals,
That were deemed as useless.
In other words those who suffer from mental health, as well as, welfare recipients,
Which lead to a crisis,
With increases in crime and suicide,
So, he gave everyone blood money, to make it up to us,
But that doesn’t let slide,
An act so treacherous.
Yet some idiots still think, he was as great as Jesus.
But unless you were white, rich,
oil workers or part of big business,
He was really Judas.
And if you don’t like these facts,
You can kiss my ***.
Now onto Castro jr, oops I meant Justin Trudeau.
Either way he is a ******* ***** himbo,
That claims he’s a feminist,
Yet gropes journalists,
He claims he’s a feminist,
Yet kicks two prominent women out of his party for being honest.
He claims he is for the Indigenous,
Yet only met 2 out of the five promises,
94 calls to action must’ve broken your answer machine,
Cause you still ain’t answering us!
It’s funny how a person who does black face,
Is the one trying to cancel us!
Where the ******* clean water Justin?
Maybe you prefer it to be poisonous.
Because you still haven’t reviewed or repealed historical legislation,
That still to this day discriminates against us.
And don’t even get me started on that pipeline,
That went right through us!
But as soon as we started blockades,
You sent the rcmp on us,
That was created by John A.Macdonald,
As a means to destroy us!
And what is this about supplying weapons to terrorists?
If you voted for him you should be embarrassed!
Oh, and I’m not done yet, with this idiot!
How about those trips paid for by the WE Charity?
I guess when it’s comes to conflicts of interests you’ve had plenty,
Hell you’ve even been sponsored by an illegal gambling ring.
Or how about violating,
The ethics commission by vacationing,
At Aga Khans private island like some king.
Ya ******* ****!
Stop pretending like your **** don’t stink!
We are over $100 billion in debt because of you,
As Canadians we are literally at the brink!
I guess that’s why they say…

Ignorance is bliss,
Till one is hit with deaths kiss,
Because those in the golden palace,
Are really the terrorists,
They say ignorance is bliss,
Till it leads ya into crisis,
Honestly our government is more evil than Isis!
Red Nov 2018
when i'm feeling sick, i like to imagine.
that my body is the stage of an epic,
a critically-acclaimed netflix original wherein i am irrelevant to the outcome except in my crests and furrows and forests and plains. there is a beginning and a middle and an end made all the more satisfying by their inevitability. and that's just the flu.

i like to pretend that there's a reason. that there exists a narrative, some deeper statement held in contempt of a stone-faced court, a message that cannot ever be parsed in a language that could explain why i feel this way. or better yet, a comforting draped tapestry that replaces self-awareness with april showers steaming on a fevered forehead.

sometimes i'll think on it as i rest.
hacking up sandpaper diatribes and existing in that terrifying state of circadian purgatory that stretches every dimly-lit hour into a week of retching, violently exoteric solitude. i have a string of fairy lights painstakingly arranged across my wall, and focusing on their pretty bouncing motion drains me of ambition and fear until all that is left is the quiet embrace of constant but minor pain.

occasionally i think too ******* this.
then it's back from the battleground to the main event, a swelling dramedy of good versus evil because never could my ego be satisfied with the illogical attack of an organism that neither discriminates nor appreciates my tirades. there has to be a reason, karma or a deity or the whim of the universe that picked out me to feel so awful. i can't bear being anything except perhaps the protagonist in a cautionary comedy,
as the slapstick laugh track bites back as my joke and i fall flat on our jaded backs
and feel forsaken for the sake of
a fever that'll leave in a week
leaving me weak and

honestly? it's just really sweaty.
i'm baking. it feels like every bone and orifice in my body is aching. but that wouldn't make for the most entertaining diagnosis, now would it?
(perhaps theme broached before, yes)?
(alternate title:The hunger for knowledge)

Whither hearing, vis (ideally,
liberal commentators I adore),
asper "NON FAKE") news,
more than weather, latest sports score
or reading, (yes of course

out loud applying index finger de rigueur
of right hand as pointer)
poetically mentioned once before
ditto via select publications
(oh...alright TIME Magazine, The Nation,

and/or Mother Jones) all of which boar
like a mellow red bull at four
after midnight, nonetheless, who decrees
(hmm... maybe ludicrous to ask courtesy deplore
able basketcase, but inquisitiveness persists

what body electric discriminates furthermore
freedom of what gets published, or
determines permissible broadcasts
made by Federal Communications Commission
allowing, enabling, and providing galore

of choice morsels pollinating
mass media buzzfeeding popular culture
additionally permitting opinions shared by *******
investigative journalists, putting life and limb at risk
nonetheless inherent within constitution delimiter

i.e. bureau to censor radical, subversive, more
treasonous than Socialism
with Iron Maiden on tour
must serve as kickstarter
to stifle: tyranny, mutiny,

anarchy, et cetera and shore
up defenses (perhaps in guise of a
reinforced wall) toward those who ignore
codas defining complex edifice of government
trumpeting defiance, uncivil disobedience,

insouciance, et cetera in an attempt to restore
totalitarianism stripping away inalienable
rights of life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness endowed by a smoothbore!
Jimmy Earl knows what bow-legged Rosalynn's feet and toes need

just a smidgen of rose hips topped in cherries on a bed of rose seed

but not too high as Rosalynn's a Smith, ergo a victim of nose-bleed

Carter's killer plan endeavors to unlocked the minds of those keyed

My cat ignores my pleas to use a wet cardboard box of ****** sand

This cat's stupidity is 1 kitty's rare vengeance farmed on gritty land

Allopathic jive distinguishes not between a country & a city gland

Witchery allopathic discriminates not betwixt mercy & pity banned

Symptomatic quackery invaginates silica gel in a pink ***** planned

Sympathetic butchery impregnates silica jelly in pinkish ***** bland
Mateuš Conrad Sep 2018
oh i'm not ashamed of
my living arrangements,
by the way...
did you know that Jews were
a huge minority in Poland,
and that the Roma still are?
yeah...
i hate how Brussels
discriminates against
Ukrainians...
   they practically own
the Warsaw underbelly of
commerce -
as do the Roma community
in little, ****-shows worth
the status of town in which
i was born...
see... if some schmuck
didn't sell the metalwork
factory in my hometown -
i probably wouldn't be
the son of economic migrants...
probably entrenched
in a job at the factory...
a migrant nonetheless -
whether inter-national or
intra-national,
still a ******* migrant...
   whenever i go back i am
vaguely home...
the weirdest part is passing
through Warsaw...
   it's as if these people,
in their hive, collective,
are an extension of me...
but it's a strange sensation looking
at people,
of the same ethnicity...
in a monolithic mesh -
in a monochromatic assembly
that's... after growing up
in London...
  oddly enough: nauseating...
no turban,
   no sub-Saharan?
**** me...
         i'm sinking into a sand-pint...
gets me every time,
only when i reach the small
hometown, that used
to be budding with life
can i relax... somehow...
i'm only visiting my grandparents
who are on their way out...
one has dementia,
is an ex-alcoholic...
the other is also popping pills
and sleepwalks
- sure as **** she talks in
a half-sleep state about
her low sugar levels of her blood...
fair enough...
yeah...
i still live with my parents...
i'm not going to lie about
having room-mates in order
to get laid...
        but then i drink a liter of
whiskey, or *****,
every single night,
and the only complaints i get
are from my ****-of-a-neighbor,
who presumes there are
no private property laws...
e.g. i'm supposed to ask
permission to cook a b.b.q.
because he's drying his washing
in the garden...
as i apparently can't
smoke a cigarette out of my window
on the sill...
because:
THE HEATWAVE WASN'T THE PROBLEM...
buy some ******* air conditioning,
the child is crying because
of the ******* heat!
my cigarette smoke is zilch...
   compared to the heat...
i moaned and groaned
in those weeks of July...
rolled off my bed,
then ran into the garden wearing
underwear and floored myself
on the cold grass in the shade...
what else am i or was supposed
to do?
    tells you a lot about
living arrangements in England...
with the alternative being?
homeless...
living in a forest...
  or paying excruciating rent
to a complete ******* stranger...
why would i pay for something
i won't ever own?!
i'm not proud because of this...
but certainly not ashamed.
Dr Peter Lim Feb 2018
Zen
discriminates not
without judging
it bears no hurtful thought.
Knead dull brows knitted;
belief system I cogitate
gearing thee ordinary bipedal hominid
acquiesces to deck the halls
of the mountain (dew) king with boughs
of sister golden haired
sprinkling angel dust
from cremated remains
in bleak midwinter
unwittingly interweaving pagan rituals

tacitly accepted yet quietly jeered
as anathema to march of the kings,
who instilled obedience or death
which layman forswore, whence his loss
of life or limb as mass of cries neared
resounding like tortured souls
self flagellating their inherent
joy to the world,
whereby unsuspecting cynics among
the madding crowd paired
amidst common everyday folk

beckoning ad lib lip-synced first noel
extemporaneously grafting customs
taught when reared
as just a little drummer
boy/girl pipsqueak, since
straying from mainstream religious
parameters scared the silent night
with unimaginable ogres
on the warpath to smite mortal
man/woman with flaming torches
angering unfriendly beasts tiered

inside the city state panning labyrinth
ready for total mortal kombat
while shepherds watched their flock –
as the latter veered
away from getting fleeced
such as this writer,
who might be lambasted
for verging on the brink
of being sacrilegious and/or weird
after forking over a tidy sum
a million bucks? Not by a far stretch.

Please keep on the que tee i.e. hush
regarding this soupy poetic fabrication
bravely bursting buttucks amucks
thus haint wise to mess wit me
lest cha wanna split high knee
a fate worse than death
with hen whoopsy tipsy
daisy excuse employing
faux pas impairment via this Gypsy.

Diabolical harassing lurked
poised – ready to strike yours truly,
when he obliviously frolicked,
during his boyhood carefree
before the onset of self loathing.

Drunk with knowledge
whither hearing, vis (ideally,
liberal commentators I adore),
asper "NON FAKE") news,
more than weather, latest sports score
or reading, (yes of course
out loud applying index finger de rigueur
of right hand as pointer)
poetically mentioned once before
ditto via select publications
(oh...alright TIME Magazine, The Nation,

and/or Mother Jones) all of which boar
like a mellow red bull at four
after midnight, nonetheless, who decrees
(hmm... maybe ludicrous
to ask Jeeves courtesy deplore
able basketcase, but inquisitiveness persists
what body electric discriminates furthermore
freedom of what gets published, or
determines permissible broadcasts
made by Federal Communications Commission
allowing, enabling, and providing galore

of choice morsels pollinating
mass media buzzfeeding popular culture
additionally permitting opinions
shared by *******
investigative journalists,
putting life and limb at risk
nonetheless inherent within constitution delimiter
i.e. bureau to censor radical, subversive, more
treasonous than Socialism
with Iron Maiden on tour
must serve as kickstarter

to stifle: tyranny, mutiny,
anarchy, et cetera and shore
up defenses (perhaps in guise of a
reinforced wall) toward those who ignore
codas defining complex edifice of government
trumpeting defiance, uncivil disobedience,
insouciance, et cetera in an attempt to restore
totalitarianism stripping away inalienable
rights of life, liberty and pursuit
of happiness endowed by a smoothbore!

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